The storm receded, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

The slowly rotating triple helix came to a halt like a jammed gear.

The restless ripples of the dream were smoothed out again, and only the sparse white mist was scattered all around.

The black and purple sun still hangs in the sky, and the "holy song" floating from the sky is like a magic sound that permeates the brain.

There was also a smell that came from nowhere on the tip of the nose - the aroma was disgusting enough to detect the rotten smell if you sniffed it closely.

In the past, he leaned weakly on the wooden wheelchair, and two crystal tears slipped from the corners of his eyes: "I'm sorry, teacher. I can't. ”

Qianzhou looked at the powerlessness, remorse and self-blame in the girl's eyes, and was silent for a while.

She was so tired.

A thousand years is definitely not a short time! In this thousand years, too much has been paid for the sake of safety. After all, she was not a fourth-order like [Mirage], and a thousand years was enough to drain every ounce of power from her soul.

"Why are you crying?" said Holder.

No, that's not Holder! It's the Dream Rotten Dream Master who has projected his consciousness onto this body!

Even though victory was imminent, the Lord of Rotten Dreams did not show any smugness or arrogance.

He just chatted casually, and said in a calm tone: "Why are you crying? After merging with my kingdom, 20,000 of your people will be reborn in the abyss. Isn't that a good thing?"

Qianzhou raised his head, his eyes shining behind the [Lord of Rotten Dreams] through the focus of the two worlds.

It was a silhouette of the corner of the Land of Rotten Dreams—a river of rotten water in the scarlet moonlight, and the hideous grass and trees were like shaking ghost hands. All kinds of strange creatures, but neither human nor ghostly, roamed this hellish world, letting out roars that did not know whether they were painful or happy.

In the name of "Rotten Dreams", everything is already obvious—it is the depravity, decay, and evil thoughts that are conceived in all the goodness, the putrid pus hidden under the glossy exterior, and the withering of the flowers after they bloom!

There is indeed a beautiful area like a paradise in the abyss, but this must not include the [Land of Rotten Dreams]!

Unless it is a true anomaly who yearns for decay and depravity, no one will want to live here!

So Qianzhou spoke: "I don't think anyone wants to live in a muddy pond. ”

[Lord of Rotten Dreams] glanced at Qianzhou, but did not get angry: "I remember you, born with high inspiration and affinity with the abyss. If it weren't for you and my plan, it would have been much faster—you were still alive. ”

"It's a privilege to be remembered by a [crowned]. Qianzhou said that he was honored, but his face was full of mockery, "A [crowned] who bullied the little girl. ”

The Dream Rotting Dream Lord did not heed the taunts of the Thousand Boats, perhaps this and the vast majority of his power was focused on resisting the rejection and assimilation of this world.

Is there any other way?

Qianzhou looked at the gradually deepening sky and kept thinking, but everything seemed meaningless in the face of this absolute power.

It's decided, I'll write a love light comedy in my next life! At least no one will die in Shurachang.

"Teacher. The voice of the past brought back Qianzhou's thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher. The old man took a deep breath, "Can I entrust Enron to you?"

Looking at the girl's resolute eyes, the ghost of Qianzhou nodded in a daze.

A relieved smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and held Qianzhou's palm.

A loud sound came from the distant void, and the triple spiral of the dream began to spin again.

The white mist roared, drowning the sky and the earth.

The dream containing safety was handed over to Qianzhou.

The "cornerstone" of the thousand boats spontaneously operated, throwing this heavy history into the silver flames.

It's just that the body of the past years is getting lighter and lighter, as if it has been brushed off layer after layer of paint.

Huge power filled Qianzhou's body, but this was only the beginning.

The huge body of the [Mirage] appeared behind Qianzhou—dark yellow scales like armor tempered thousands of times, and long red manes like fiery clouds fluttering at sunset. The slender horns of the dragon pointed straight to the sky, and its body stretched like a mountain range.

For the first time, the [Lord of Rotten Dreams] showed a serious expression, but he didn't have the extra energy to meddle here.

[Mirage] opened his eyes slightly, glanced at it, and then his whole body turned into a snow-white mist burning with silver flames.

A force that Qianzhou had never imagined suddenly surged into his body, and Qianzhou only felt that he was constantly rising.

Yes, elevated.

An invisible force lifted him up, and section after section of the false but true [ladder] was formed at his feet.

This is not the end of the world, the triple spiral is for the sake of a thousand boats, and it will be safe for his [kingdom]!

The power that completely exceeded the constraints of the thousand boats was channeled into the fragments. Imbued with such a huge amount of power, Qianshu felt that something seemed different about the fragments.

For the first time, the dense symbols on the body of the fragmented sword were fully lit up, and the intricate and beautiful patterns were dazzling.

And in the empty space, a new symbol is sketched. After Faust, this symbol represents Enron.

Qianzhou raised his sword, and the sky and earth began to resonate together, and everything was helping him.

The face of the [Lord of Corrupt Dreams] was extremely gloomy, but not only did he not stop, but he continued to draw power from the [Land of Rotten Dreams], like a gambler who could only keep increasing his stakes after gambling with red eyes.

Qianzhou has never seen such a wonderful scenery, this is a wonderful scene that can only be seen beyond the [Dragon Gate] and [Heavenly Ladder] and standing on the [Kingdom].

It is the top of the mountain that can only be reached through the clouds!

"Unfortunately, none of this is mine. ”

Qianzhou did not take a souvenir and put the fragment on the hand of the previous year.

In an instant, the kingdom fell, and the ladder collapsed.

The power that had been transformed by the Thousand Boats gently returned to the hands of the past.

"Teacher?"

"This sword should be yours, Enron is your kingdom after all!"

Qianzhou grabbed the arm of the former year and slashed the fragment at the black and purple Great Sun.

There was no great momentum, only a thin line of silver light rushed towards the sky.

The silver sword light flashed away, cutting through the present world and the abyss, running through the dream and reality, dividing the black and purple sun in two.

Looking at the sword light rising into the sky, Jiang Qinghan squinted.

Immediately afterward, a silver flame burned on the ground, and all the purple rain that had been deposited evaporated in the fire.

The connection between Enron and the [Land of Rotten Dreams] was broken, and Enron began to sink into the abyss beyond the present world.

No, it can't be called Enron anymore.

With the power of [Mirage] as the foundation, and the small half of [Rotten Dream Country] as nutrients. After completely breaking away from this world, a new world is about to be born in the abyss!